Well, I did not feel better.
I woke up to an empty room. I don't know if Taylor already came back or if she hasn't. When I checked the time, 30 minutes had passed since I decided to just sleep. Maybe that's why I did not feel better.But instead of moping about it, I decided to do better. This is still the first exam. I can still do better. I can still get a flat 1 on this subject if I just do my best to excel in all the upcoming exams or whatsoever. I can still make it.My mom doesn't have to know about what I'm going through. I can still make things right. She doesn't have to know.And I shouldn’t let that man get into my head again.So I stood up and went to my table to get my laptop. I had to check my emails first because I missed my Weekly Mirror duties today.There was indeed an email from Robin containing the details for my assignment this week. He gave me previous articles for references (as he promised from our last meeting when heBecause of the talk I had with my grandparents, my mood instantly became better. I went back to doing my tasks with a goal in my head- prove to myself that I can improve my score for the next exam.The coffee and muffin given by Flint also made me feel better. I forgot I haven't thanked him so I sent a message to him. I haven't seen him today because I was technically hiding the entire day. I feel so embarrassed, especially to myself.The following day, I was determined to strive even more to improve my grade. It's still the first exam and there's a lot more coming. I know I can still make it.My to-do list made me forget about that man. I haven't seen him around so I was starting to think I was just really hallucinating. I wanted to share it with someone I know but they might think I’m getting crazy. Who would have red eyes, right? I think if they do, they’re probably on drugs."JV!"I was on my way to the Library t
It's been a week that I didn't attend any of our weekly mirror meetings. I already asked Robin to excuse me and just told him that I was not feeling well. He was okay with it as long as I did my assignments well.I've already sent out emails to people that I need to interview for my article. Most of them replied a day after so I had no problem with it and was able to submit the article in time.One weird thing though, I think I interviewed someone who looked like the red-eyed man I saw days ago. I’m not sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me or they just looked alike.I haven’t interviewed him in person though because I was told by his assistant that he’s busy so I could just email them the questions I have. I try not to mind it so much, as what I promised myself before- he shouldn’t get into my head.I've also been very careful not to meet Flint along the hallway or anywhere around the university. Why? Because I think I'm starting to get attached. And I feel like this attachment w
I feel like there was a knot inside my stomach. They were chaotic and won't seem to stop anytime soon."Hey, Jasmine to earth?"I was pulled out of trance when I heard Taylor speak. My eyes were no longer on him. However, I could still feel the crazy creatures inside my stomach. What are they trying to do? Tickle me?"Are you okay?" I heard Sean ask. I just shook my head because I couldn't seem to bring my tongue to say anything. They were tangled.Taylor began to talk about her painting. I've been seeing this in our room, but I never saw the finished version.It was a butterfly, but instead of a normal butterfly, the body was a body of a woman without a face. There was a cocoon near it, which I'm guessing that the butterfly just transformed into a full-grown butterfly. Its wings were colorful and the woman's hair was very long. Looking at the painting, I figured it was about a woman getting out of its comfort zone. It's a woman going out of her ho
Days passed by so quickly. This week, we'll be having our first midterm in the University. I worked my ass off the past weeks. The moment I knew that the midterms was coming, I studied double time for my subjects.Mom was right when she said that it's one of the times in our lives that we won't have enough sleep. Yeah, she was right. I barely slept for the past weeks. I guess the longest sleep I got was 4 hours. Even if I decide to sleep the entire day, I feel like my mind is working on its own- waking up at a random time of the day. I don't have many things to do so I always end up studying. But I'm not complaining. I guess it was better this way.For the past weeks, Flint and I haven't spoken. Ever since what happened, we sometimes meet along the way, but we only look at each other for a while and always end up looking away.Taylor and Sean noticed the avoidance but didn't say a thing about it."Jas, do you mind if I ask you something?" Taylor suddenly
I woke up to a white surrounding. I was certain I was at the infirmary. I've never been here. It's my first time in an infirmary."Hello?" I called. I was on a bed with curtains all over me. There was something pierced on my hand. I even looked up to see it was hooked to a bag. I thought I was gonna collapse because of the lack of sleep, but it seemed something more than that. I was in a freaking dextrose!The curtains suddenly opened and revealed a woman in her mid-30s. She smiled at me. "Hi. How are you feeling?"I tried to feel if there's anything hurting in my body. My head hurts a little and my strength hasn't come back yet. "A bit weak? And my head still hurts."She walked near me and checked my hand. She also checked the bag."You were dehydrated so you need the dextrose. That's also because of your lack of sleep. Nothing to worry about. You just have to rest," she said. "A lot of students get admitted here during midterms and finals."
I stayed the entire weekend at home. It was refreshing to be there. I missed my bed so much that I couldn't get up from it. I basically just stayed at my room while I was trying to regain my strength.But going home has its cons. My sisters annoyed the hell out of me with their questions."So do you see Flint more often?""Are you not dating anyone?""Do you think I'll get in if applied at UC for my college?""Oh, do you see hot athletes like in the movies?""College athletes are hooooot.""Seriously, Jazzy. Don't you like Flint at all?"My head ached because of their non-stop questions and I was not really on the mood to entertain their queries. My head was unable to think for answers. For some questions, I also refuse to answer. Good thing Mom told the two not to bother me because I was sick and had to regain my strength so I could go back to the University. Because if not, they'll bring me to the hospital. And the hospital is the last place I want to be in that moment.Fortunately,
Our exams were given back to us with our midterm grades. I wasn't excited about it. Before, I would be. But everything's just really different here in college.I just received my midterm grade for my bio subject- a minor subject I have. I'm not a fan of science, that is why I am a creative writing major. Science and math just don't sit well with me, but I can say I always get decent grades from those subjects because even if I wasn't the best in that subject, I make sure to work my ass off to get good grades.I got a 1.5 grade. I guess that's not bad. It's just a midterm grade, I think I can work more to get a flat 1 in that subject.But on the other side of my head, I thought, what the hell. It's not a major subject so I shouldn't think so much about it. But then again, the righteous and grade-conscious in me would insist that I should mind it because it's still part of my grades. If I want a Latin honor, I should watch my grades.I tried my very best not to get it in my head so much
The journey to finding a dress to wear was never easy. From the office, I went back to the dorm and check if Taylor has something I could wear.I shouldn't be thinking so much about this. I shouldn't be exerting so much efforts. But I don't want to look out of place so this is something I need to do.This is for the weekly mirror, not for me, or anybody else."Where are you gonna use it for? Is there any fancy event you have to attend to?" Taylor asked when I reached our room. She was just there and watching netflix on her iPad. I suddenly feel jealous because she has so much time. Since I started preparing for midterms, I haven't opened a book and I really miss it. It's just that now, I have things to prioritize. For example, a cocktail dress that I can wear for tomorrow.Ugh. I hate that I didn't ask Flint about it yesterday. Now that I think of it, he should've told me about it yesterday. Then I wouldn't cram about looking for something to wear right now.I debated with myself if
When Mom said she's near, I went out of the apartment and waited for her outside. I brought the things I would need because we can't discuss things in the apartment because Taylor's there. It's almost dark now and I'm not sure where she would take me so we could talk. But I couldn't care less. There are far more important matters we need to prioritize. A few meters away from where I am standing, I saw her car slowing down. I felt the erratic beating of my heart again. I am about to know something tonight. It could be big. It might surprise me. But I'd rather feel that way than be clueless at all. Mom stopped the car right in front of me. She looked at me through the window to her side. "Hi, hun," she greeted. I could tell she's a little tensed. "Hi, Mom," I replied. "Hop in," she said. I did what I was told and got inside the passenger's seat. As soon as I sat there and settled, silence enveloped us. I'm not used to the silence. Mom and I talk a lot and I hate that we
After that interaction with that man, I couldn't go back to what I was initially doing. There are a lot of things running in my head- questions I was answers on. I can no longer concentrate so I decided to just go back to the apartment. No one was there when I get home so I'm pretty much alone- alone with my thoughts. I couldn't even stay still. I would lay on the bed, sit up, stand up, pace around the room. I was restless and I know I couldn't do anything if I don't ask my Mom. If there's someone who can explain me everything, that would be my Mom. So I got my phone and dialed her number. As much as I want to go home to ask my questions in person, but that would take hours. I can't wait for a few more hours just for my questions to be answered. I needed it to be now. Mom's phone just rang on my first call. I couldn't just give up. So I dialed her number again. On the third ring, she finally answered and my heart almost jump upon hearing her voice. "Are you okay, hun?" Was t
The weeks continued and our set up stayed the same. Due to Flint's busy schedule, there are days when we don't see each other. It's sad and I was really longing for his presence each time, but I understand that I can't demand for his time because he has things he needed to do. I was also kind of getting used to going somewhere alone when my friends are busy. When Flint still has a flexible time, he's the one I'm always with. I'm pretty much used to being alone, but it's just sadder now. Today is one of those examples. Taylor has a thing with her organization, Sean went out with his friends, and Bailey, who I really considered one of my close friends now has a date with Elisse. Flint doesn't get jealous anymore with Bailey. He had seen him together with Elisse once and according to him, they were making out to the point that he wanted to shout at them and tell them to get there own room. After that, he never got jealous again, because he knows Bailey already has someone he's craz
I know Flint. I know when he's mad, when he's stressed- pretty much everything. For the many months that we've been together, I've learned not to counter his sour mood with another sour mood, and I believe he's also like that when I'm the one in a bad mood.We don't always have good days so I understand if he's in a bad mood most of the time, especially now that all his school loads are quite hectic.Hearing his tone, I know he's not in a good mood so I just try to give him a small smile as I open the gate so we can get inside the apartment. It's already dark and cold outside so we need to be inside.Nobody talked while we were on the way to our unit. All I could hear was the sound of our shoes on the floor. Right then, I knew Flint's tired and probably so stressed. I'm not really a patient person, but with him, I can always stretch it. Maybe that's how love is.When I opened the door to our apartment, I saw Taylor sitting on the stool at the counter, with her laptop in front of her.
Relationships really has its ups and downs. All throughout the months Flint and I were together, we had fights and also made up. There were days when I thought we were really going to break up but he would do unexpected things... he would try to win me back each time.I love Flint. And I love how he makes things better for me. I love how he always say sorry even if it's not his fault. I love how he always make sure I had coffee before classes because he knows how I don't function well without caffeine. I love how he brings me food I didn't even know I wanted even when I don't say anything.I love him. Everything he does, I love it.I've always thought that like any other relationships, ours will also have its honeymoon phase just in the beginning. But eversince we were together, Flint does everything that exceeds my expectations. In return, I also do the same. I make sure that I give him the same love I'm receiving.But no matter how perfect a relationship may seem, there will always
"Hi!" I happpily greeted. It took a few seconds before Flint looked my way. When he did, he then smiled."Hey," he murmured. I scowled a little when I realized that there was tension between him and Bailey. I don't know what's up. I just know something doesn't sit right with them.I tried to dismiss it though. Maybe it was just me reading too much into the situation. "Hey, we have a new applicant," I said smilingly. I then turned to Bailey and smiled at him. "This is Bailey. He's a transferee and we have the same major! He's interested in joining the Weekly Report," I mumbled."Hey," Bailey mumbled. He offers his hand for a handshake. Flint took it as he introduced himself."I'm Jasmine's boyfriend," he said."And the Weekly Report's layout artist," I added."Great. Nice to meet you," Bailey mumbled."Ditto," Flint said. He then turned to me. "Are you still needed here?" He queried."Yeah, I guess. Eya will be alone if I leave," I replied."Oh, no. It's okay. You can go, lovers. The
It was officially the first day of the second semester. Like the first day last semester, it was pretty much like introduction of syllabus and other stuff about our subjects. We also had some activities and most of the professors only talked to us for a while and then dismiss us.On the oval, there were a lot of booths organized by the different clubs here in school. It was recruiting season again so after the class, students come and visit the booths to see and check what clubs are available.Since I don't have a class anymore, I proceed on our booth. It was currently headed by Eya and Robin. Robin will have a class in a few minutes so I'll take over. We will cater students' questions regarding the rules and regulation of the club, as well as how our organization works.We also handed out flyers. There were some new faces which I bet were transferees and they're looking around. They reminded me of me when I was still new here in the university. Well, I'm technically still new, but I'
Days passed by so quickly. My last duty at the admin office was yesterday and now I'm just here at the apartment, resting and preparing myself for the upcoming semester.I've already applied for the scholarship that I was eyeing and received a reply that I passed. This semester, I'm officially a scholar which means that my parents don't have to pay for my tuition. It was a really big help especially that Dahlia will be in college soon. Mom and Dad were happy about the news. I didn't tell them I applied for the scholarship. I just told them that my average qualified and I just thought of applying.I also received the news that I was one of the students who got a high GWA for the first semester. In the first week of classes, there will be an activity to be held for those outstanding students. Certificates will be handed out and parents are invited. I thought it wasn't that huge of a deal for my parents because they've been doing it ever since I started going to school. They pretty much
After saying I love you to the person you love, what comes next? Do we take this relationship to the next level? If so, what's the next level? There were a lot of things running through my head when we first exchanged those three words. I know I already felt it and it's the truest it can be. I love being with Flint. I love telling him how my day went. I love how he listens to me everytime. I love how we become so comfortable with each other. I love Flint. It wasn't my plan to tell it to him while we were doing the deed, but at that moment, I just couldn't keep it in. I love him, and I'm afraid this love is overflowing. He's my first love. He's the first ever guy aside from a family member that I ever loved. I've written romance stories, and also read those kinds, but in reality, it was a different thing. For starters, it's reality. There's no pause, no cliff-hanger scenes. In real life, things go on. After we did it, we fell asleep. Now, it's already morning and all I did eversi